Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
I can’t help but chuckle. I’ve never in my life met someone like my brother. Probably a genius IQ, no exaggeration. He’s easily twice as smart as I am. Triple as smart. And yet he’s so fucking stupid he makes me want to wring his neck at least a hundred times a day. “What would be the point of you sitting there in your car, watching the house, Jonas? Explain this to me.”
Now it’s Jonas rolling his eyes at me like I’m a complete moron. “Because then maybe she’d come out.”
I laugh. “And then what?”
He shakes his head but doesn’t answer me.
“Dude, Sarah’s healing from being stabbed multiple times and having her head busted wide open like a walnut. And you want the poor girl to hobble outside in her little nightgown and fuzzy socks and pat you on the head and say ‘Good, doggie’?”
“I didn’t... No. I just . . .” His anguish is palpable.
“You know what she’d really say? She’d say, ‘Gosh, Jonas. Ever thought of sending a text?’”
He grumbles. “Okay, so what if I—”
“Jonas, no. Stop. No stalking. No calling. No flowers. No boom box. No luring the poor girl across the street in her nightgown and slippers. Do you want to push this girl away forever?”
His face flashes with earnest concern. “No. Of course not. Quite the opposite.”
“Do you want her to think you’re a total pussy?”
He clenches his jaw. “No.”
I shake my head. “Then just give her some fucking space. Please. Just listen to me. When am I ever wrong about women?”
He opens his mouth and then closes it.
“The answer is ‘Never.’ I’m never wrong. I’m some sort of woman-whisperer, dude—trust me. You want a woman to want you? Then you gotta know when to leave her the fuck alone. Just chill the fuck out and give the girl some time to figure her shit out. I guarantee you, if you back off and let Sarah take things at her own pace, let her figure out what she’s feeling and what she needs, she’s gonna call you and say, ‘Come get me, Jonas. I want you.’ Mark my words, bro.”
“But what if I just—”
“No! Just let her call you when she’s ready to talk. And in between, send her a few texts to let her know you’re thinking about her—nothing too heavy. She’s probably all doped up on pain meds and feeling like shit and sleeping most of the time, anyway. And her mom’s probably bringing her homemade chicken tortilla soup or whatever. You can’t compete with that magical-mom shit, bro. No one can. That’s why everyone says, ‘There’s nothing like a mother’s love.’ I realize we don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about, but the rest of the world does. I’ll bet you a thousand bucks if you listen to me and give her some space, she’s gonna call you within three days and say, ‘Come get me.’”
Jonas grunts. “Why would I take that bet? I’d be betting against myself.”
We’ve arrived at Jonas’ house, thank God. I’ve never wanted to get out of a car more in my entire life. Jonas pulls into his driveway and kills the engine on his car. He turns to look at me, his eyes blazing. “Josh, you don’t understand.”
“I think I do.”
“No. I have something really important I need to tell her. Right away. Something she needs to understand.”
“Whatever it is, it’ll have to wait.”
He shakes his head furiously. “Josh, listen to me. I need to tell her something—something I’ve never said to any other girl—even Amanda.” He swallows hard. “The most important thing there is to say. I’m gonna say it to Sarah.”
I can’t believe my ears. My brother’s gonna tell this girl he loves her? Wow, he’s never even said those words to me. Jesus, I’m light years ahead of Jonas in my emotional evolution, and I’ve only said those words to one girl in my entire life. (And it didn’t work out so well.)
“Wow, Jonas,” I begin to say, but he cuts me off.
“So don’t fucking tell me to be patient,” he roars, out of nowhere. He abruptly gets out of his car, slams his car door like he’s trying to tip the car onto its side with me in it, and stalks toward his house.
I watch Jonas as he marches away, imagining myself hurling Chinese stars into his back. Oh my fucking God. I can’t take it anymore. I’m trying to be compassionate with this motherfucker. Just like I’ve tried to be my entire fucking life. But it’s hard to be compassionate with a guy when he’s a total and complete dick.
Six
Josh
Oh, yeah. So good. Yes. I pump my shaft with increased intensity as the steaming hot water of the shower rains down on me. I can’t stop imagining her face, her unbelievable face. Oh my God. She’s a gift from God, created just for me. Those eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes. That subtle little cleft in her chin. I imagine myself pressing the tip of my cock into that little cleft in her chin right before sliding my full length into her sassy little mouth.